It is nearly late July and I have my apartment windows open because the weather is the nicest it could possibly be. Like, it’s so nice that I’m having a hard time trusting it. So nice that it has to have ulterior motives. So nice that I’m pretty sure it’s scamming me one way or the other. So nice that I’m afraid I will come home and it will have left town with all my…
My pal D alerted me to the $5 Friday midnight matinees going on this month in the basement over at Power House, which suits this night owl just fine. We saw "Teeth," which I liked way more than I expected to. Next week: "Fido." Vagina dentata AND zombies? It’s like they’re showing these flicks just for me! [Project 365]
That is in no way a commentary on my state of mind, but is only a description of the direction in which the elevator was headed when this photo was taken at midnight after another bust-ass day at work. [Project 365]
This is merely foreshadowing for the Sunday paper. [Project 365]
Monday evening, Stephanie and I got all itchy for a roadtrip so we headed east and slightly north and ended up on the sleepy streets of Brownsville, which, for all we could tell, had been emptied out by the zombie apocalypse. Oh, except for RJ’s Hibachi, a greasy spoon that gleefully abuses the “hibachi” part of its name by completely ignoring it. It was hoppin’. We had some time to kill before the sun sat…
Every damn photo I took Sunday night was blurry so I must point you in the direction of the professional photographs taken by one Brandon Dill, the Mid-South’s premier freelance photographer who manages to make people look pretty even while they are sweaty, drunken messes. [Project 365
A person can do worse than a Saturday afternoon spent swimming and lounging and eating turkey and goat cheese and heirloom tomato sandwiches with her friends. Much worse. [Project 365]
The house hunt has begun in earnest. It’s terrifying in the same way that a crush is: So much daydreaming, so much hope, so much learning to deal with rejection. Like most first-time buyers, I initially overestimated what I’d be able to afford and I’m having to rein it in and ground my dreams a bit. It stings a little but, hey, that’s just what you do when you bring one income to the table…
My ongoing houselust has flared up again, and I think I’m going to indulge it. [Project 365]
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